Body ArtA Poem by E S StevensSometimes a poem comes to me and refuses to leave. Such is the case with this one.
My mother forbade tattoos,
so instead I collect bruises - a creative solution for obtaining body art. Pale yellow ponds meet deep purple pastures. White and blue shadows dance across stubbled knees. Mother forbade ink, but never mentioned bruising. Color my legs with the chaos of life.
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